May 24, 2024
Persephone feels something. Somebody's here who isn't supposed to be here. A mistake. An abomination. Neither dream nor Ngeštugbar, but also somehow both. Zababa has finally made his appearance, as expected.
"...You resemble my child, but you are not them. You are much older."
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"And You Seem To Be A Shambling Monument To Your Own Poor Life Choices, But Generally, I Would Not Start A Conversation With That Observation." Persephone gives him a dry look. "Now, Would You Kindly Explain Why You Are Here, Or Did You Just Want To Make Unsolicited Observations?"